{"product_id":"2940013654457","title":"The Red Man's Revenge","description":"CHAPTER ONE.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA TALE OF THE RED RIVER FLOOD.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOPENS THE BALL.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIf ever there was a man who possessed a gem in the form of a daughter of\u003cbr\u003enineteen, that man was Samuel Ravenshaw; and if ever there was a girl\u003cbr\u003ewho owned a bluff, jovial, fiery, hot-tempered, irascible old father,\u003cbr\u003ethat girl was Elsie Ravenshaw.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAlthough a gem, Elsie was exceedingly imperfect.  Had she been the\u003cbr\u003ereverse she would not have been worth writing about.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOld Ravenshaw, as his familiars styled him, was a settler, if we may use\u003cbr\u003esuch a term in reference to one who was, perhaps, among the most\u003cbr\u003eunsettled of men.  He had settled with his family on the banks of the\u003cbr\u003eRed River.  The colony on that river is now one of the frontier towns of\u003cbr\u003eCanada.  At the time we write of, it was a mere oasis in the desert, not\u003cbr\u003eeven an offshoot of civilisation, for it owed its existence chiefly to\u003cbr\u003ethe fact that retiring servants of the Hudson's Bay Fur Company\u003cbr\u003econgregated there to spend the evening of life, far beyond the Canadian\u003cbr\u003eboundary, in the heart of that great wilderness where they had spent\u003cbr\u003etheir working days, and on the borders of that grand prairie where the\u003cbr\u003ered man and the buffalo roamed at will, and the conventionalities of\u003cbr\u003ecivilised life troubled them not.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo this haven of rest Samuel Ravenshaw had retired, after spending an\u003cbr\u003eactive life in the service of the fur-traders, somewhat stiffened in the\u003cbr\u003ejoints by age and a rough career, and a good deal soured in disposition\u003cbr\u003ebecause of promotion having, as he thought, been too long deferred.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBesides Elsie, old Ravenshaw possessed some other gems of inferior\u003cbr\u003elustre.  His wife Maggie, a stout, well-favoured lady, with an\u003cbr\u003einsufficient intellect and unbounded good humour, was of considerable\u003cbr\u003eintrinsic value, but highly unpolished.  His second daughter, Cora, was\u003cbr\u003ea thin slip of sixteen years, like her mother in some respects--pretty,\u003cbr\u003eattractive, and disposed to take life easily.  His eldest son, Victor, a\u003cbr\u003ewell-grown lad of fourteen, was a rough diamond, if a diamond at all,\u003cbr\u003ewith a soul centred on sport.  His second son, Anthony, between five and\u003cbr\u003esix, was large and robust, like his father.  Not having been polished at\u003cbr\u003ethat time, it is hard to say what sort of gem Tony was.  When engaged in\u003cbr\u003emischief--his besetting foible--his eyes shone like carbuncles with\u003cbr\u003eunholy light.  He was the plague of the family.  Of course, therefore,\u003cbr\u003ehe was the beloved of his parents.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSuch were the chief inmates of Willow Creek, as old Ravenshaw styled his\u003cbr\u003ehouse and property.","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47121183834352,"sku":"2940013654457","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013654457_p0.jpg?v=1763583814","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013654457","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}